love getting away/missing. A constant theme in my poetry before I had realized my abuse. Of course, looking back I can see it all for what it was but in the days when I wrote this, I was just lost and confused about why my intimacy mechanisms seemed to be non-existent. You see at the end that I have this great passion, I feel it anyhow, and nowhere to put it... Also, I'll never write another sonnet because it is a pain in the ass!

Continental

You have made your continental escapeso far away, a mile for each sweet kisswe kissed and all our lives now on we’ll misswhat would have been the wine from our love’s grape.It seems a shame to let it sit so late in the bottom of the bottle remiss.Never to be savored over these lipsfrom whose kisses the wine comes in its wake.Because I think in you I learned to loveI wanted to give this love to you aloneas if the meat from plants you toiled to plantbut now I find these roots in hand, a grovethat yearns to touch the soil, to sleeve the boneto drink the wine beside what grows so giant.

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The whole world changes in a single bloom- Me in a poem

This is my other "stringent form" poem, this one is a villanelle and, like the sonnet, I'll never write another one because it was a very painstaking writing moment. But I'm glad I wrote this because I love it as much as any single poem I've ever written.

To a light

All of my life spent walking in darknesswalking with darkness on fiery feetto a light like a sunset in the west.

Though it is good to see the sunlight dressthe trees in green and draw the world completethough it is good to know darkness the best.

Like a lung here contained within my chestsmall, oblong, full of shadow and discreetto a light like a sunset in the west.

Though the day be the half that God made blessedand flowers make beauty when sunlight-steepedthough it is good to know darkness the best.

In the places of too much light, unrestwithout subsequent night is incompleteto a light like a sunset in the west.

And when the eternal night is just pressedat my coast like an ocean, I’ll retreatto a light like a sunset in the west.Though it is good to know darkness the best.

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The whole world changes in a single bloom- Me in a poem

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